It was a cold day. I crawled out of the building where I work, and I can tell you it is not very warm there either. Something that looked like my sister, only in deep frosted shape, waves to me.
Brrrr I said instead of hello. She was so cold her jaw was shaking. She pulled out a walkie-talkie out of her purse.
Have you g-got the o-other one so we can t-try it out?
Fred was supposed to fix it? I asked in doubt, and then pull out the other one out of the bag. We turned them on and tried started the "testing testing" sentence. My sis was listening on her walkie-talkie but she heard nothing. Of course. I was about to say that that she turn off the thing and take it to a better repair man when she slipped and fell on the ground with all her weight. It happened right in front of my car. I picked her up and sat her in the car.
Alive? I asked.
Ouch she replayed.
I wanted to get her mind of self pity and I started to tell her strange, fantastic stories like:
Know what? I'd really like if I turned the key now and the car immediately got us to the seaside. I'd really like we were in Makarska now.
I started the car, turned it into reverse, turned around, and instead of the mass of other cars in front of me there was the sea. »It's not delirium. I'm probably hallucinating from the cold«, I thought, »or maybe I have gonna mad!« When I heard my sister talking I knew I wasn't mad:
My god this is Makarska.
I turned off the car and we went out to a nice 12 degrees Celsius and sunshine. Later, when we had time to look at the situation closer with a pleasant cup of coffee and a view to the sea, we were only certain we really were in Makarska. How, that was the question. It tickled us and we rushed to the car to try the thing once more. I sat in, and said that when I turn the key I want to be in Paris. Although I expected it to happen I was astonished when the Eiffel tower appeared in front of me. My sister concluded that it was too cold here and she wished we were on Florida. Then we figured that turning the key doesn't play a big role in this. Once we got to Miami it was raining. That's why I wanted to go on a warm, sunny and deserted island on the Pacific. That also came true. I opened the door of the car and the heat rushed in.
Hey, I know!!
What? I asked.
The walkie-talkie! Since it was repaired it fell in the water and caught a frequency that moves us around the world. You see, it's been turned on all the time!
She pressed a button and the little box rustled. I could hear something about a research station, then came a wave of strange sounds. I wanted to grab the walkie-talkie and say that I'd rather be in Zagreb, but I dropped it and it fell on a rock, without any signs of life.
For the last 6 months we have been sunbathing, and swearing this little island and the little miracle of the station and the one that sent it. My sister has been swearing at my ideas, I've been swearing at her walkie-talkie and we both hopes someone will spot us. After all, a Fiat is not a usual ting at a beach on a Pacific island.
Translation: Vedran Kranjcevic